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MoonAt night as I lay there, I look at the moon, And I think. The moon and its beauty, How I just want to walk Not with anyone, But by myself As I look at the moon, I think about its beauty. The moon shines brightly on my face, And I think how lovely the moon really is. That's why I love the moon at night; Oh how much I wonder about the moon. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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